Hi peoples! It's me again! I anyway, I think the last two chapters were pretty bad because I was doing things in a rush, I'll make this one bettah! Enjoy and please review! OH AND THIS MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS! X3 Chou-chan

Damn, these meetings are as long as hell and all we do is sit around, drink tea, and listen to damn Aizen talk about shit. It was four days after Grimmjow had met the mysterious arrancar healer, Aria, one week after the damn shinigami, Kurosaki, had defeated him in battle. He had fully recovered and he felt good as new, save the ugly scar on his chest that Kurosaki gave him. He returned to his damn espada duties, which included these longer-than-hell meetings, unfortunately. Sometimes Grimmjow wished he was still injured so he couldn't come to the meetings. And not for any other reason, he growled to himself, when he thought of Aria's smiling face.

There were two reasons that he hated these meetings. One, as he had already established, they were longer than hell. Second, now that Aizen, Gin, Tousen, and the three top espada were in the World of the Living, Nnoitra, Ulquiorra, Zommari, Szayel, were dead, and Yammy was who knows where, he was the only one who could come. Not that he wanted to. He thought back to the previous day…

FLASHBACK

Grimmjow: Aw shit I have to go to that damn meeting. But if everyone else is dead or busy, I don't have to go!

Aria: -smile- Nuh-uh. Master Szayel told me before he died that he had made Aizen this reiatsu emitter timing-machine so that if it didn't sense a specific person at a specific location at a specific time, it'd give that person the equivalent of Aizen's immense reiatsu, so…

Grimmjow: Dammit! The last time the bastard did that to me, I had a damn migrane for two days!

PRESENT

So now, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez the blue haired espada was sitting in an empty room all be himself with a cup of tea in front of him. Go figure. He sat quietly, seething his anger at Szayel. If he wasn't already dead, I'd find him, tear his limbs off, stab him in a hundred non-fatal places, and smash him to pieces with Desgarron!

After the one-hour phantom-meeting, Grimmjow wandered the halls of Hueco Mundo, searching for the door outside, deep in thought. He hadn't seen Aria since the morning when she had left him a bag of her hollow powder and walked out the door, smiling and saying she would see him again. He wondered if he'd ever see her again. She's an odd girl, but she might be good to have as a Fraccion, he thought to himself, his hands burrowed deep in his pockets. As he walked out into the dark desert of Hueco Mundo, he heard an explosion. All of a sudden, a plume of sand rose up from the ground and a giant hollow sprang from the sand. It wasn't an Adjuchas or a Gilleon, Grimmjow could tell, but its ugly humanoid body rose to ten times greater than him. His eyes widened as he watched the ugly hollow's mask look around in anger.

"Where did you go, girl?" it growled in a grotesque voice as the massive hollow searched for something. Grimmjow stepped backward in surprise. Who was he searching for?

"I'm up here, you big oaf!" an exuberant voice giggled from the hollow's head. Grimmjow reared back his head and looked up at the hollow's (which didn't notice him) head and saw a shadow, features blocked out by the shining moon, sitting cross-legged on a ridge in the hollow's mask. The hollow roared and Grimmjow felt a bit of sweat trail down his face. This hollow had a massive reiatsu! Whoever is up there is a maniac! he thought. The hollow raised one of his bulky arms and swatted his head, which wasn't a very good idea because the figure moved, causing the big hollow to slap his own head. "Oww…" it groaned. A loud laugh cut the air as Grimmjow saw the figure run down the hollow's backside, jump off its arm, flip through the air, and land in front of the huge hollow. Grimmjow took another step back in surprise. The figure was none other than Aria, arms folded as she grinned up at the hollow.

"Is that all you got, you big oaf?" she shouted up at it, taunting it. The huge hollow roared again, but Aria seemed unfazed. It quickly reached for the small girl, intending to crush her under his hand, about the size of the meeting table in the palace. "What the hell are you-!" Grimmjow reached out toward Aria just as the hand fell on top of her. Grimmjow was stunned. Aria had been-

"AUUUGH!" the giant hollow howled as its hollow mask suddenly shattered. Grimmjow saw Aria in midair, having killed her prey bare-handed, without use of a zanpakutou, hair and hakama flying in the wind. The hollow collapsed and started to degenerate when Aria traced the kanji for "hold" in the air and the hollow fell to the ground with a boom, lying like a dead human. Grimmjow spit on the ground. Shit, this girl was good. Maybe even better than he was. "Teh," he scowled. He gazed in wonder as the small girl walked over to the hollow's arm, ripped it off cleanly with one storke, and devoured it in a flash, trails of the hollow's blood flowing from her mouth as she turned her head to the side , golden eyes glinting murderously in the moon, a wicked smile on her face, singing a soft, haunting melody to the empty desert. She turned to Grimmjow from the other side of the desert, shooting him a blood-splattered grin. Grimmjow was frightened for a moment. Shit, she's even scarier than Gin!

Suddenly Aria's form disappeared in a bzzt. Time slowed downand Grimmjow heard a rustle of clothing as Aria appeared next to him, heading the opposite direction, still in mid-jump, and whispered to him in a seductive voice, "You want the rest?" and she disappeared again. Grimmjow's eyes widened and he turned his head to see Aria, same as she'd ever been, walking down the hallway, black hair flapping out behind her, revealing her hollow fragment. Grimmjow rolled his head back, and smiled. "Hell, my pleasure." he growled, and sonidoed to the hollow to eat the leftovers.

When Grimmjow returned to his room, he grabbed the arrancar guarding his room by the shirt. "What can you tell me about Aria, the girl who saved my life and brought me back here?" he growled threateningly. The frightened arrancar shook with fear. "I-I thin-k-k sh-she's A-a-ria Winterf-field, sir. I-I saw a t-tatto on her n-neck that r-read '106', sir.." he stammered. Grimmjow roughly put down the quivering man. If he were is normal self, he would've thrown him against the wall, but he wasn't his normal self right now. He was more shocked than he ever was in his life, even when he was still a hollow. How had he not figured it out? The small girl, Aria, who always smiled, who had healed him at a record time, who had kissed him to give him water, who stayed by his side for a week, who had feelings for him, was the former sexta espada.

YAY! GOT A CLIFFHANGER! Just a random note: while I was editing this, I almost got a heart attack because I had made "desert" "dessert" XD.